Things have been just crazy around these parts. Moving day is in four days and counting (YIKES!) and boxes now fill what used to be our dining room. The furniture is gradually moving out to freecyclers, friends, family, and the dumpster outside.
Rob has finished his PhD, defended his dissertation, and as of yesterday, completed the formatting needed to submit the whole thing for graduation. He is officially finished with his PhD. I am finished with my job and set to begin a new employment adventure on June 13.
Henry is handling all of this quite well but I can't help but feel bad for how much his world is about to be rocked. Tomorrow is his daycare party, the women are having a sendoff with treats and they tell me they are very sad to see him go. He'll be going to daycare next week at least for a day, maybe two, and then he'll be a Peorian like we are. He's too little to get any explanations on this, I just hope he can sleep at night and still feels secure.
Henry's vocabulary grows by like 10 words a day I think, or maybe we're just asking him the right questions to get new words out of him.
He is using sentences regularly "Daddy, I'm coming soon!!" "Mommy, where are you??" "Foster, come here NOW!", I love you Arlo, I love you Daddy, I love Mommy.
He also has 12 teeth, five of which grew into his gums in the last month. Poor kid, that has to hurt. He is absolutely hilarious and getting so very big.
Henry is 21 months old today and this is his last week in St. Louis. I am sad and also ready to have our move completed and to get settled in our new town.
